Yesterday I was talking to my mom and my Nanny (translation, my wonderful grandma) about little things that have changed in just a generation. I told them about this insight I'd read on some blog that stuck with me: how my kids will never know what it feels like to wait around at home for a phone call from a boy. It was funny to hear about my Nanny's phone setup back in her day: one single shared phone (the old dial-up kind) in the living room. Absolutely no privacy. My mom noted how this generation of kids may not know how to read a map, thanks to GPS. There's so much that gets easier with new technology and plastic this or that, but sometimes it makes me a little nostalgic to think about what gets lost.
Dan and I begrudge going to the pharmacy. My pharmacy experience is so impersonal, the wait is always longer than you think it will be, and then you go home with this plastic orange bottle smacked with a label that doesn't even come off in the dishwasher (I tried last week, hoping to recycle the bottle without risking identity theft. Although I'm unsure whether the bottles are even recyclable?). If prescriptions still came in lovely glass bottles with fantastic labels like these, maybe I'd like going to the pharmacy. Yes, please, I would love an entire pharmacy bottle collection. Looks like we've lost some style in the pharmacy department. {I spotted these cool pharmacy bottles on one of my favorite sites, Three Potato Four.}
